We passed this herd of buffalo on the way to Cimarron on Route 64. Cimarron, which means "wild" or "unruly" in Spanish lived up to it's name in the 1800's.
That's the Sangre de Cristo mountain range in the background.
Cimarron is a depressed little town today. This is the visitor's center. The town itself lies between the 13,000 ft Sangre de Cristo Mountains and the Great Plains - truly Where the Rockies Meet the Plains.
After we got set up in our RV park we took a walk. This is the little park behind the visitor's center. They were having a "Blessing of the Animals" in honor of St Francis of Assisi Day and invited us to join in with Ceilidh. So, Ceilidh got blessed! It was a nice ceremony with music, singing, and reading of scriptures.
We took a walk to "old town". This is the infamous St. James Hotel where 26 men met their destiny in the 1860-80's. Cimarron was a wild town in the 1800's where such notables as Kit Carson, Clay Allison, Charles Kennedy, and Black Jack Ketchum left their mark. (There are bullet holes in the ceiling!)
These two horses were enjoying the afternoon sun on the outskirts of Cimarron. It is a beautiful fall day.
A peaceful view of the Cimarron river.
Here's Bill relaxing, talking to his mom in Florida.
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